It is possible to discover a lone inkling of solace when sifting through the rubble of a hope dashed or a love lost and it is the chance to start anew. To face the freedom of infinite possibilities beyond the mental skyscrapers we'd built to hold our predicted futures and say "maybe this time I'll build something different." After all, a wrecking ball isn't just the end of one dream, but the destroyer of the dormant and abandoned. A tool to lay waste to the uninhabitable so that something stronger may one day stand in its place.

Though we may find ourselves, surveying the damage to our hearts, there's potential simmering in the broken pieces.